JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Tired of sleeping on the couch, but probably no more so than Mike is sick of the La-Z Boy. We have to figure out a way to sleep in our bed tonight.How is Jennifer this morning?
Mike, of course, has been a dream. (He did say one sharp thing to me yesterday. I cried. We both felt bad. Crisis over.) Surprisingly, Spenser has been equally helpful. He does things for me a bit differently than Mike, but with equal effectiveness. Ski has been a bit of a pill. He doesn’t handle stuff like this well, so I’m not altogether surprised.
The hip joint doesn’t hurt at all, and the incision while nasty looking, is fine as long as I don’t put any weight on it. It’s the muscles, from the knee to the thigh, back and front, that are absolutely screaming. My entire right leg is essentially a useless slab of meat that can only be moved manually. Either Mike or Spenser move them together for me ... low and slow ... which is the lazy, pain-free way to move; or I loop a rope around my foot and manually lift my right leg while rotating my body.
This is the carp they don’t tell you at pre-op. They don’t tell you that you’re going to be a helpless, whiney baby for a week or so.
Better every day. Better every 12 hours, in fact.
Even better after I can have a shower and feel human again. Maybe tomorrow.
![Crossed fingers :fingers_crossed: 🤞](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f91e.png)
Thank you for asking.
![Face blowing a kiss :kissing_heart: 😘](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f618.png)